Chapter 2

Bored, Jack flew to the window of his favorite room, Princess Elsa of Arendelle's bedroom. Smiling, he proceeded to the open window; ever since they had met three years ago, she had always left it open in case he wanted to visit.

But as he entered the room, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. Her entire room was covered in ice, from the ceiling to the floor. Her fluffy comforters had frozen solid, cracking in some places, feathers flying everywhere like gigantic snowflakes.

"Elsa?" he called out gently, surveying the room. He heard a small sniffle, and ducked down underneath the bed. There was Elsa, huddling in the furthest corner between the bed and her nightstand, shivering. That was odd, ice princesses should never be cold. Cold is their world.

As he neared her hiding spot, he could hear her heavy breaths. Suddenly, he realized that she was crying. Silently, though, which was always the worst kind of crying. When children sob loudly, they want attention and love. When they sob silently, it's because they can't stop.

"Elsa, what's wrong?" Jack asked concernedly, putting a hand on her shoulder. She pushed his hand away, turning towards the wall and crying harder. "C'mon, Elsa, you can talk to me. Who am I gonna tell?" he smirked, hoping to cheer her up. It didn't.

"Imamonster," she blubbered into her nightgown incoherently.

"Talk to me, Elsa," Jack said kindly, drawing her into his lap. She turned and sobbed into his chest, clutching at his sweatshirt tightly. "What did you say?"

"I'm a monster," she sobbed. "I don't want these powers! I never wanted them!"

"Hey, hey!" Jack protested, offended. "Having these sort of powers are cool! No pun intended."

Again, he failed to cheer her up.

"What happened, Elsa? What changed?"

"I hurt Anna," she mumbled, and then cried harder.

"She knows you didn't mean it," Jack began.

"She doesn't know anything anymore!" Elsa cried, cutting him off.

"W-what happened?"

"I accidentally iced her brain… Mom and Dad had to take us to these… trolls or something. They knew how to undo it. But th-th-they…"

"They what?" Jack prodded gently.

"Th-they erased all her memories of my powers. I've got to keep it a secret," Elsa sniffled, her tears freezing on her cheeks. "She can never know, not anymore! She probably won't be able to see you anymore, either."

When Anna had been old enough to understand what believing meant, Elsa had shown her Jack Frost. He had been thrilled to find another person who could actually see him. Anna had believed as much as Elsa had. Their parents had long since accepted Elsa's "imaginary friend" and when Anna started seeing him too, they assumed it was older sibling worship, and they thought nothing of it.

"Shh, Elsa," Jack patted her back. "She's okay now, that's all that matters, right? You've got me Elsa, you're not alone. You'll never be alone."

"What if I hurt someone? I can't control my powers! Everything I touch is changing to ice. What if I hold someones hand and kill them?"

"Elsa, you'll be fine. You're not going to kill anyone!"

"I almost killed Anna," Elsa whispered, horrified with herself. "And she's my sister…"

"Elsa," Jack reached out a hand to put on her shoulder to comfort her but she flinched away.

"Don't touch me! I might hurt you. I might kill you!"

"Elsa, I don't think anyone can kill me except the Moon."

"The Moon?"

"Old Man in the Moon made me this way. I can't die. You can't hurt me Elsa. You're stuck with me." For the first time that night, Elsa gave a small smile. It wasn't much but it was the best thing Jack had seen so far. He grinned. "You'll never be alone, Elsa."